He's still resisting, skeptical even as Tony lifts his shirt up, but that is undeniably a healing chest wound. He studies it carefully, not budging from his space, and he'd like to think he's keeping his expression blank, but a whole host of emotions is flickering in his eyes. Shock, first of all, and then doubt, and then concern, and confusion.

"I'm still working on remembering what happens when I Hulk out. Whatever you told me, I don't remember." That's what Tony had meant when he said Bruce slept through it, right?

"What are -- " He shakes his head. "There are no suits. What are you talking about? Either you're someone pretending to be Tony, or you're a Tony the scientists have screwed with. So which is it? And don't lie to me because, boy, did you pick the wrong person in my life to mess with."